When the next day comes, the morning sun rises, and the fire is red, and the light shines on the earth.

The emerald green Changbai Mountain, the snow-white snow-capped mountain, with the first day of the morning light, resonates with the morning spirit. On this day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and it was the good weather for the conference.

"Whew"

I only know whether it is intentional or unintentional, on a big banyan tree in the mountains, a young man sloppy head, rubbing his eyes with his hands, yawning like a wolf, provoking the dissatisfied eyes of many tourists around.

Wang Buer stretched his head, and from the trees, he could clearly see the overall picture of Changbai Village under the mountain.

At this moment, all young people dressed in gray are in the huge square in Changbai Village, and there are twenty rings. Some things have begun to be arranged, and a pair of demon slaying conference hangings high, fluttering in the wind, announcing that the conference is about to begin.

Below, thousands of people have gathered, and there is an endless stream of people pouring into the crowd, most of these ** are tourists watching the excitement. However, there are also some martial artists who are scattered to cultivate wild Taoists.

The atmosphere was lively and coaxing, and these people had long forgotten the zombie battle last night. At this time, the atmosphere was high, and everyone was excited and excited, wanting to witness the youngest demonic geniuses in the world's righteous path sect competing for supremacy.

On the tree, Wang Buji looked at this scene, he was smiling, but his heart was unusually excited, tens of thousands of onlookers, gathering one side of the young talent to compare, such a group of heroes will compare the scene, in addition to what he saw in the TV series, Wang Buer has not seen it in reality, and he can't help but be enthusiastic and excited.

"Boss, come down quickly, the conference has begun to sign up, let's hurry down!" At this time, Zhou Xiaoxiong, who came in a hurry, shouted at Wang Buji on the tree with excitement on his face. And Chen Xiaoyu has already come up, making breakfast.

"Hurry, hurry, the quota will never be indispensable to you, doesn't the reality seem to crowd the crowd, wait until Lao Tzu finishes eating!"

Wang Buer jumped down from the tree, his body floated lightly, and landed steadily, he was lazy, glanced at Zhou Xiaoxiong, ignored him, and ran to Chen Xiaoyu's place to eat breakfast.

Zhou Xiaoxiong scratched his head, thinking about it, there are so many people now, squeeze your ass, and wait for less people to sign up again.

But this can't be blamed for people being anxious, after all, Zhou Xiaoxiong regards this demon slaying conference as a turning point in his life, if he performs well in the meeting and is included as a disciple by those big sects, he will not be a big deal.

It's not like Wang Bu'er, this kid is purely here to play, and he just wants to see how powerful those young demon geniuses of the Great Sect are, whether he wants to compare or not, it really depends on the mood of this kid, the final goal of his coming this time is just to enter the depths of Changbai Mountain, which is the most mysterious burial valley in the legend to hone his Taoism. He didn't care about the rest.

Wang Buer and Chen Xiaoyu were playing and fighting, and after eating a dark breakfast, the three of them followed those martial artists to start descending the mountain together, preparing to go to the registration office of the conference to sign up for the conference.

As for Wang Bu'er's battle with the mysterious youth last night, at the end, there were already many martial artists who were scattered and cultivated, and they already knew that there was a terrifying young man here.

So when they went down the mountain, many people were worried about the scene last night, and when they saw Wang Fuji, they also cowered, for fear of offending him.

And there are some martial artists who are secretly praying in their hearts, don't meet that kid at the meeting, otherwise with his terrifying strength, he can kill everyone in an instant. Only those young genius disciples in the Great Sect may have the ability to suppress this tough young man.

With a calm expression, Wang Buji ignored everyone's strange eyes, looked careless, and walked down the mountain lazily.

At this moment, this small Changbai Village has been almost overwhelmed by tens of thousands of Great Sect disciples and tourists who are scattered cultivators. In that scene, there were a sea of people, rubbing their backs shoulder to shoulder, crowded, and they couldn't squeeze a way.

Standing outside, Wang Buer was a little worried, so many people want to sign up, how many games will this be?

Helpless, the three of them could only find a corner to sit down, and now the time is only seven o'clock in the morning, and the registration time has already begun, but there are too many loose cultivators and martial artists participating in the conference this year. Those disciples who want to participate in the Great Sect don't need to sign up, they just want to go up. No way, it's a matter of identity.

"Excuse me, are you Wang Fuji, a disciple of Grandpa Tiandao?"

At this time, a Taoist boy in a gray Taoist robe, who was also in his teens, looked very cute, trotted in front of Wang Buer with a milky voice, his big eyes were round, he blinked a few times, and said in a childish voice.

When Wang Buer saw the child in front of him and knew that he was a Taoist boy of the Maoshan faction, he smiled and said, "I am, what is the little guy looking for his brother?" ”

"Cut, you're not my brother, give, Grandpa Tiandao will give you a brand!" Xiaodao Tong gave him a blank look, threw the wooden sign in his hand to Wang Buer, turned around and trotted.

Scold!

Wang Buer Yile, took the sign and looked at it, two, one said one hundred and eighty, and the other said two hundred, which may be the sign that will arrange the right number to enter the competition.

Wang Buer threw the wooden sign of No. 180 to Zhou Xiaoxiong and said, "Here you go, go to the martial arts competition early!" ”

Zhou Xiaoxiong, who took the brand, stared widely, exclaimed on Apple's face, and shouted: "Damn, boss, you still have such functions, are you a member of the Maoshan faction?" ”

Wang Buer touched his nose and said with a smile: "No, Lao Tzu is not interested in those, he is just a fun girl to compete in martial arts!" ”

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Zhou Xiaoxiong was speechless, the goals were different, and the mentality was naturally different, Wang Buer's mood was like water, no waves, indifferent, lazy demeanor. Indeed, as he said, when a wild Taoist is free, why join those sects, what does it mean to be full of food and brag and fight all day long.

When the time reached nine o'clock, the registration was finally over, and there were more than 1,000 people who signed up for the Demon Slaying Conference, and these numbers did not include the disciples of more than dozens of sects, if they were to add up, there would be at least more than 2,000 people. There are so many of them, when will this be the head?

In the crowd of onlookers, on a tall ring, there were already a number of high-level figures from the Quanmaoshan faction who were already standing on the stage, and they had already announced the rules of the meeting on the stage at this moment.

"All fellow disciples, all young genius disciples, all visitors are hospitable, and our Maoshan sect would like to thank you for your support. Here, I would like to announce the rules of the competition. Now the number of positive and negative wooden cards that everyone gets is the match between the opponent and the opponent who will be arranged, and the aspect number is the match number of the ring.

Contestants who have received wooden cards should wait on the ring number on the wooden cards so that they can compete at any time. In addition, the competition is a learning experience, not a life-and-death battle, so the point is up, don't play insidious and cunning, shameless skills and ingenuity to win, if you are discovered, a case of expulsion will be more than qualification, and "

In the ring, a series of nonsense will be announced endlessly, and the loser of the rules will be spoken, for more than 20 minutes.

This made everyone in the audience dissatisfied, and they couldn't wait for the start of the competition, and they all started to make a fuss, saying that they should start quickly.

Perhaps the people on the stage also knew, smiled embarrassedly, and shouted loudly: "Now, the demon slaying conference begins!" ”

At this shout, everyone cheered and began to look for the right number of the ring to prepare for the competition.

And those tourists are also looking for suitable seats to watch the ring competition, waiting to witness the upcoming demon slaying competition.

On the twenty mountains facing the north, large stands are being built, among which the people who sit are the elders and stewards of those big sects, and Wang Zuxian, the head of Maoshan Mountain, is sitting on the stands in the center. With such a high posture, there must not be a person who does not have long eyes who is dissatisfied and unconvinced.

And those young demonic genius disciples, they all followed the elders of their sect, looking at the scattered cultivators who had already begun to compete.

For talent and strength, these demonic geniuses who are high above and have been raised in the palm of their hands since birth, naturally do not have to participate in this kind of elimination competition now.

When they are eliminated this time, only one hundred scattered cultivators will be left to be qualified to challenge the demonic genius disciples of the Great Sect.

This may be shouted by some people who are dissatisfied and dissatisfied, when there is no way, the strength is in front of them, they can be called demons, and their natural talents are extremely outstanding, plus they are all proud disciples in the Great Sect, so naturally they will not be compared with you ordinary wild path martial artists.

Bells

Zheng Zheng

In the ring, someone has already started to compete, in the ring, each has a loser to count the competition, and there are also referees who follow the contestants step by step, for fear that some shameless villains will play tricks and poison their hands. It's all done according to the rules.

And Wang Bu'er was crowded in the crowd, his wooden card and Zhou Xiaoxiong's wooden card were both in the No. 4 ring, but after their pairing, it would take a long time for them to be lined up.

Looking at the screaming slashing and killing of those contestants in the ring, some of them can be won or lost by a few moves, and some of them are of equal strength, and they will have hundreds of moves, or even a tie, there are many variables and different times. When it comes to the elimination of thousands of people, to be honest, it takes a day to go.

Looking bored, Zhou Xiaoxiong was very excited, his strength was comparable to that of many loose cultivators, so it was naturally exciting to watch, and it was good to observe the strength of those people in the martial arts competition, secretly calculating whether he could stand out in the knockout round.

However, Wang Buer looked a little bored, it was boring to look at it, he pulled Chen Xiaoyu directly to a small hillside, sat down and talked about life and feelings, anyway, in the end, Chen Xiaoyu beat him.

"Yes!"

Suddenly, Wang Buji was in the mountains, and suddenly saw a mysterious man in black, wearing a ghost mask, sneakily hiding behind a big tree, peeking at the lively martial arts competition at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, the mysterious man in black also saw Wang Buji and Chen Xiaoyu on the mountain, and in a daze, the man in black jumped into the jungle in an instant, and soon disappeared.

"Could it be that it's from the White Lotus Sect again?" Wang Buji was awe-inspiring, frowning slightly.

He is now very disgusted with those cult evildoers in his heart, he can see them all day long, the ghosts are still gone, and from time to time he also plays conspiracies, which makes him unable to guard against them. He couldn't wait to go straight to the door and extinguish his fire. But this is obviously not possible.

"It seems that this demon slaying conference will not be held smoothly, I really don't know what tricks those cults will come up with, alas, annoying!"

Asking for support, I'm out of motivation.

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